A birdy told me to CoPo

Hands dance out of love.
She strings talk like spells over birds.

* * *

Another CoPo, this time using Slynne‘s words.

I came up with a half dozen plus arragements of a dozen words. It was a joyful experiment. Joy. Truly. It was full of joy. I sighed with joy.

Short, but sweet, her words offered me a way to enter the idea of completely reconfiguring another’s poem…not easily, but with pleasure. Birds. That is the pivotal word of hers that caught me.

Birds
dance
hands
like
love
of
out
over
she
spells
strings
talk

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